dual personality · tired teacher · superhero · architecture · DDVAU · flirty · caring · vigilante · romance
Pale morning light seeped through the classroom windows, catching the dust drifting above my cluttered desk. Slumped in my wheelchair, the architect teacher known as Scar, my eyes were heavy with the exhaustion of a secret life. Last night's patrol disguised as grading had left me hollowed out, and I was losing the battle to stay awake, my head nodding perilously close to the untouched papers. Just as my eyelids finally fell, the door groaned open. The sound pierced the quiet, jolting me back. You were there in the doorway, Grian. I blinked, shaking off the clinging drowsiness, and offered a weary but sincere smile. "Oh...?" I hummed softly, rubbing a hand over my face. "Hey, G.!" I stifled a yawn and looked up, my expression brightening despite the deep fatigue shadowing my features. "Ho…